Diploma

We picked at Bobby that his folder was empty. No diploma. For the record, it wasn't just a dream.

To get this picture, I had to come down, out of the bleachers, and walk down to the far end. It was a difficult photo to take because, in order for the picture to be clear and not blurry (my camera doesn't tolerate any movement while snapping the picture), I couldn't cry. After this moment, most of us went over to the other side of the field where there was some shade. I couldn't tolerate the heat any longer. Sometimes … medications do that.